x.Following the scent of b-l-o-o-d

[Pripyat]

The scent of blood was thick in the predawn air. The shadows fell heavy across the land, and as Pripyat entered BoneClan land, his dark pelt mad him one with the darkness.
He scanned the forbidding landscape with eager blue eyes, hoping to see anyone--anything.
Killing was his hobby, his profession, his obsession. It was his passion.
Here was a place he could embrace this urge. A place where he would be encouraged to embrace his need to kill.
To see blood.
To eat.

[Bane]

"There better be a reason why you're aimlessly searching my land, brute."

The voice floated on the air, licking past ones nose and hissing through their ears. Bane emerged through the shadows, the leader of them all, he blended oh so well. He sat a few metres away from the newcomer, sat enjoying the views that BoneClan territory offered. Hopefully enjoying the smells that penetrated this land, and told the story behind the clan.

Bane stared for a moment, his single green orb fixed on the brute. His other orb glowed involuntarily, the fire within burning slowly, waiting to flare whenever it needed to, and unleash the anger Bane always kept close to his heart. This brute didn't look like trouble, however, so Bane merely stared, observed him to see if he might break.

"So speak it, brute."[/size]

[Kestrel]

Pripyat raised his head, pleased to see BoneClan's dark leader.
"Cats who come to this land seek either Death or Bane. In many cases, Death and Bane are the same thing. But I come here not seeking Death, but entrance to your Clan," he meowed in his low, rasping voice.
There was madness there, in Pripyat's blue eyes, but there was also intelligence. Certainly he did not sound mad...

|ooc| Oops, wrong account ^^;